This came really fast for the simple reason that I had already wrote both parts.

He entered home. He threw away the waistcoat, still unbuttoned, and walked to the bathroom. He placed the hands on the edge of the washbasin and took a deep breath, looking down. That perfume of her was still all over him and his hard member was aching, begging for his attention. His or anyone's, but as was alone, it had to be his. He undid both the pants' button, and zipper, feeling the pants and the underwear reach his ankles and stroked himself gently, because he was very sensitive already. He grasped the member, massaging it back and forward, feeling the knees trembling once in a while. He moaned on a gasp, his other hand clutched the edge of the washbasin and he swallowed slowly, feeling her mouth on his, her tongue make its way inside his mouth. He was feeling her sitting over his lap, feeling her hands rambling on his chest, her teeth biting his earlobe. He got weak on the knees as he reached it. His forehead rested over the faucet and his hand eventually stopped.

He gained strength on legs again and put his arm over the washbasin. He was supporting on its edge by both forearms and it was when he raised his eyes to the mirror. His hot and unrest breath hit the mirror and fogged it. He then looked his right hand, warm, sticky, covered with the white moisture, and felt nothing else but shame. Deeks opened the faucet and washed the hand. He looked his reflection on the mirror again and felt so angry and disgusted that he ripped open the shirt, going for a cold shower. He couldn't clear from his mind her image, the desire of having her. He couldn't deny that when he was just a while ago, pleasing himself, that all he could think about was that he was entering her, pulling moans from her, making her moan his name, making her beg for more. Beg for him. And when it all would be over, he'd hold her in his arms and he'd know everything was going to be ok. But it was not ok because every time he opened his eyes, he was alone. And that was what was killing him. Unconsciously he made his way to the bedroom and dressed up in casual clothes. His body was still controlling him and he walked without thinking to the door. Next thing he can actually realize it happened was when he stood by her Kensi's door, with his fist raised, ready to knock on her door.

As soon as she opened the door he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close. His hand held her on the cheeks as he eagerly consumed her lips, on such a lasting kiss that when they pulled away, first thing blinking on their mind was neediness of oxygen. Kensi first had put up a fight when he kissed her, but gave up. Denying their tension one more second would be unbearable and she wanted it as much as he wanted it. So much that she moaned into his mouth when she stopped resisting. And that was the hottest thing Kensi ever did to him; that aroused him (even more than he already was; yes, because not even the cold shower helped him, literally, bringing down his not-so-small-issue!).

"Keep on doing that and we don't even make it to bed." He said, being true, knowing that his carnal needs wouldn't bear much long. And also giving her a chance to step back. If she was going to do it, now would be the time.

But Kensi had made her choice as soon as she opened her door to him. She ripped open his shirt and took off her sweater, looking him in the eye. "First time never gets to bed."

"Glad to hear that." He said, not being able to hide a smile and pressing his lips against hers.

He kept on kissing her, making her walk back until he pinned her up against her bedroom's wall. He took the moment to kiss her down her neck, unhooking her bra at the same time. He even went down on his knees, trailing kisses down her torso and undoing her sweatpants. Deeks was far too desperate to even consider losing a second to gaze her body. He was hoping for the morning after to do it. Only on the morning after he'd get emotional, think with the heart other than with body parts. But she was into him right now. She just wanted him to cover her all body with kisses and touches so she undid his jeans too, although she couldn't take away his underwear.

By pinning up against the wall, nibbling on her neck and rubbing himself on her, he knew he was only producing the effects he wanted. He seemed to not be able to hold much longer, but he was not letting go until he could hear her, Kensi Blye, a woman who never begged for anything in her life, beg for him. And she was so close to beg for him. Her nails scraping on his waist as she was trying to pull his boxers off. And that was when he felt he needed to tease her because she was wrapping her leg on his hip.

"Wanting the big prize already, sugar bear?"

"I gotta admit: it is a big prize and it is teasing me, so hurry the fucking up!"

He didn't let her plead twice and in a quick move he got all in her. Her other leg wrapped around his hip and he held her against the wall, tightly holding her by her thighs. Deeks just thanks all the forces in the Universe for the chest of drawers being just in an arm reach because in a matter of minutes he'd be holding on his arms a dead weight and he'd be weak both on his arms and legs.

Kensi let a leg slowly unwrap his waist and stand over its strength once again, but failed. She was weak on her knees and stumbled. He quickly grasped for her leg, straddling it again around him. He was without force too but he managed to hold her. He put his forehead against hers, and closed his eyes while gathering air to say. "I'm not letting you fall." And just like that, the body button turned off and his feelings switched on. He started to feel with his heart when she evolved her arms around his neck and rested her head on its crook. It felt good for him holding her, knowing that she was helpless and only he could help her. But he wasn't sure if she'd be willing to feel that way… for a long-term relationship.

Deeks lay her down over the bed. For a few seconds, he let their bodies be that close but he was clueless on what to do. And so was she. But every little bit of her was saying how right that had been, how wanted that had felt. She just needed to know if he was on the same page as she. Kensi looked him in the eyes, darken by doubt, haunted by fear. And that saddened her because she knew he was not doubtful of what happened but of what she was thinking. He was afraid she'd push him away. And that little thought just scared her. That was when she realized she was feeling less of his touch, feeling less of the weight of his body over her. That was when she realized how bad he must have felt whenever she walked away in that night club. It really feels bad seeing the person we want the most near us walking away. She sat on bed, trying to follow his body and he looked her one last time. At least he thought to be the last time; she grabbed his hand and with the other she cupped his face, whispering. "Stay..."

He saw that look upon her face. He had never seen it before. She…she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He pecked her lips, still timidly. Her arms wrapped him tightly around the neck and hip and once he pecked on her lips, she didn't let him stop. He deepened the kiss as her fingers were entangling on his nape hair. "Don't go away." She pleaded breathlessly, when air was scarce and they pulled away.

"Never." He assured pouring all of his feelings into another kiss, making both lie down over bed. The morning after feeling came earlier than he thought. He looked upon her face, looked her from bottom up, running up his hand to her jawbone. Something caught his throat and he felt like an urge to cry for no (apparent) reason. But when he kissed her lips again, his chest swell with air and he exhaled deeply. For Deeks, he was holding in his arms the most gorgeous woman in the world.

Kensi wrapped her legs around him again and whispered so low that he barely heard. "Make love to me."

And they did. As desired as the first time but much more slowly. Much more emotionally. Now they took time to get to know every inch of each other. And the sleep didn't strike them all night. Only the waves of pleasure they were giving each other, over and over again that night. Only when they were beyond exhausted, far away of ever being done with each other, only then they fell asleep tucked in one another. By the morning he awoke her up with soft kisses on the shoulder. She hummed at first still sleeping, but then turned around and faced him. Both stared for a while as he had his head propped on his hand and the elbow over the pillow, gazing her.

She took both her hands to his cheeks and pulled him for a peck. "I don't want you for just a one night stand." She then fearless confessed.

"Me neither." He said after kissing her. "I'm a needy man," He grinned, finally letting out the compliment he had been holding since last night. "and you're just beautiful."

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